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Wind is drug
*Thought-explosion*
Have you ever felt that no one in the world would ever understand you? Well that's how I've felt since the day I was born. My father is never home, my mother loves me at one point and then when I do or say something she doesn't like, it's like she turns into a different person. There's so many things I want to talk about, but there is no one who will listen. Once I find one single ray of hope in a person who says they will listen, they do nothing but mock me, make fun of me and laugh. I feel like there is no one out there who will be there for me to lean on when I feel like the housing of my soul is crumbling down around me. I feel as if there is no one who is truly my friend, my relative, my lover.. there is nothing and no one. Just me.
Just the slowly addictive drug that is wind. I love the wind. Its the one thing that comforts me. It is my friend. It is my family. It is my lover. It speaks to me in a way only wind bearers can hear...
The only one who is there to support me in this cruel cold world is...
my drug.
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It lets me know I'm comforted. Yes I am a nature freak :)